Superbowl Party

[wisecracked]

WHO: Kenzi and anyone that replies to her post on the network.
WHERE: Kenzi (and Piccolo's) apartment
WHEN: 2/3
WARNINGS: Drinking, NSFW songs about goblins, language
SUMMARY: Kenzi's throwing a Superbowl Party
FORMAT: Whatever works for you

[Kenzi has spent the week beforehand getting everything ready for Sunday. So by the time the day rolls around the kitchen counters are laden with various party foods. Bowls of chips and dip, a vegetable plate for anyone that wants something healthy, cookies...just the usual stuff. As far as drinks go Kenzi has a big ice chest waiting for any drinks anyone brings. She's provided some beers and sodas, there's also some bottled water and juice in there. Anything else is up to those coming.

All the hard stuff has been hidden as Kenzi doesn't plan on sharing. But there are some jello shots that might have just a bit too much vodka in them in the fridge.

Kenzi takes one last look over everything to make sure it's all ready before flopping down on the couch to wait. She didn't give a specific time for people to drop by, which now that she thinks about it she probably should have. Oh well. For now she'll just wait.]


Arrival/Pregame | First Half | Halftime | Last Half | Postgame

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Halftime

[wisecracked]

During Beyonce's Performance

[wind_dancer]

[Popcorn is being munched.]

I do love her outfit.

[wisecracked]

I do too. I would so wear it to the club or something. [By now Kenzi's probably on her third beer and had at least two jello shots. But she's also munch on a whole bunch of chips and buffalo wings and pizza. Girl's a pig.]

[wind_dancer]

They will have copies of it out in the shops in about two weeks I hope.

[wisecracked]

Then it won't be as neat to wear. [She wrinkles her nose.]

[wind_dancer]

Fashion always copies something big.

[wisecracked]

Yeah but when everyone's wearing it it's not so fashionable. Unless it's, like, ridiculously expensive.

[wind_dancer]

[Smile.]

You should start your own fashion line.

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi thinks for a moment before shaking her head.] Naaaaw, too much work.

[wind_dancer]

It wouldn't be if you only drew the clothes and someone else made them up.

[futureleader]

[SHUGO IS A KAZILLION YEARS LATE. Who the fuck cares.]

[Quentin definitely is ready for the Halftime. This is like, the only thing he came here for for the party. So shush all your mouths and let him enjoy his moment. Look, he even dressed for the superbowl with a glitzy shirt that reads TEAM BEYONCE, BITCHES.

That's right, bitches. Beyonce, bitches.

His face is glued to the screen, try again later if you want Quire.]

[hellionated]

[ Leaning over, staring at that t-shirt. ]

Are you seriously wearing Beyonce merchandise? Where the hell did you even get that?

[ He's judging your metrosexual self right now QQ. ]

[futureleader]

[Gosh, Julian get out of the way, he's watching Beyonce. SO HE'S JUST GOING TO POLITELY SHOVE YOUR FACE AWAY. By pushing your face away.]

I made it, myself. Where have you been all these years? I make my own shirts, and you should know it by now.

[hellionated]

[ Wow you're always pushing him these days, he goes where he wants!! ]

You know I could've gotten you a 49ers shirt. They're fucking everywhere, man.

[futureleader]

[rood.]

Why the hell would I want a 49ers shirt when I can make my own Beyonce shirt?

[hellionated]

Because it's the Superbowl, not Saturday Night Live with Beyonce fucking Knowles.

[ A pause. ] Michelle's the hot one, anyways.

[futureleader]

Yeah, more like the weenie-bowl.

[another pause.] Dude, it's not a sexy contest.

[hellionated]

[ Deadeyeing you again, QQ. This has to be some kind of record. ]

You're not into her because she's hot?

[wisecracked]

[She's just going to casually throw popcorn at Q's head while he so entranced by Beyonce's performance.]

[futureleader]

[Casually ignoring you Kenzi. Beyonce is more important.]

[wisecracked]

[She can keep this up until she's out of popcorn. Hey, how about trying to TK some of that popcorn into your ear, Q?]

[futureleader]

[KENZI, PLS.

Without even turning, all the popcorn thrown at Quentin goes flying at Kenzi. Two can play the TK game, Kenzi.]

[wisecracked]

[That's unexpected, mostly because she forgot he can even do that. She manages to some of it, some of it gets sent in every direction around. Sucks to be anyone else sitting on the couch.]

Guess I should have tried to stick it up your nose instead.

[futureleader]

You try that, and I'll sneeze it on you.

[wisecracked]

Grooooosss. But it would get your eyes off the TV.